It means that you would do well to throw away the word ‘rock’ and pick something more appropriate, like this example I found on the edge of a nondescript narrow stream bed last Thursday, right where the glaciers left it:
The Land Underfoot
Here’s another example, that I found today while booting around on Turtle Mountain just before sundown:
The Eye of a Deer Trail
Three and a half inches in diameter, too.
When I mentioned these kind of rocks, one man dismissed my interest by noting that “Beauty is in Eye of the Beholder.” Well, actually it isn’t. It’s either beauty or it’s not.
What one does with beauty, ah, that’s another thing.
I suggest we start by calling things by their real names, and move on from there.
Later this week: a new apple, a million unexpected trails, and a wine from Lilloet.